I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Page #3

On the bedside table are pictures of family and friends. She looks at

one of Helen and Barry. She looks around the room. It's depressing.

Outside we hear young people having fun, slamming car doors, going

places. She picks at the food, then puts it on the table. She turns

off the bedside light and enjoys the golden late afternoon glow in the

room.

DISSOVE TO:

6CINT. JULIE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Julie, sound asleep, is curled into fetal position on the bed.

There's a CLICK in the front hall. And ANOTHER.

Julie's eyes shoot open. She listens. Another SOUND, almost like the

front door being CLOSED.

Her arm reaches for the bedside light. She hits the switch. The bulb

POPS.

JULIE:

(whispers)

Okay. Okay. Face your fears...

She gets off the bed and stands still.

JULIE (cont'd)

(whisper)

There's nothing...

There's another NOISE down the hall.

JULIE (cont'd)

(whisper)

Quiet.

Julie silently scoots out of her bedroom toward the kitchen.

6DINT. JULIE'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

She gets a large KNIFE. She listens. It sounds like somone's in the

living room. She steps through the kitchen door.

As she moves we see a shadow pass the other way down the hallway

toward her bedroom.

6EINT. JULIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

There's NO ONE there.

JULIE (cont'd)

Okay, calm down, imagination.

She relaxes until she sees that her front door is slightly AJAR, light

from the hallway slanting through.

JULIE (cont'd)

I can't take this anymore. I can't.

Holding the knife in front of her, she tiptoes to the hallway. There's

a soft RUSTLING coning from her bedroom. She gets a flashlight out of

a drawer and starts down the hallway.

JULIE (cont'd)

(fatalistic)

Let's just do it.

She moves faster toward her bedroom. she listens outside the doorway.

It sounds like someone's in the closet. She moves into the room.

6FINT. JULIE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

There's a noise in the darkened closet. Julie moves into position.

She turns the flashlight ON and lunges for the closet.

INT THE CLOSET:

KARLA WILSON, 19, all grace and attitude, is on tiptoes reaching for a

box of shoes. She SCREAMS.

Julie SCREAMS. They both SCREAM together. Julie drops the knife and

flashlight.

KARLA:

I thought you were out of town!

JULIE:

What are you doing in my closet?

They hug, jumping up and down with relief.

KARLA:

I thought you were out of town!

JULIE:

What are you doing in my closet?

KARLA:

i just wanted your black pants, but

I'm not ready to die for them!

Julie turns on the light in the hallway. Karla has her shoes in her

hand and black pants draped over her arm.

JULIE:

That was heart attack time, Karla.

KARLA:

No. When I put these skinny pants on

my body...Now, that's heart attack

time.

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